1995年3月,在祖国西部大开发的召唤下,我和父母、兄长举家搬迁到新疆生产建设兵团第五师八十一团。如今已有近20年的光景了,但回忆起进疆路上那段时光,却让我难以忘怀。那是3月上旬的一个早晨,为不惊扰祖祖辈辈生活在一起的乡邻,在夜色朦胧中,我们全家背着行李,离开了生养我们的小村庄,当时为我们送行的只有一人——我的爷爷。 In March 1995, under the summoning of the grand development of the motherland’s western region, my family and my brother and I moved their families to the 81st Division of the Fifth Division of Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps. It has been nearly 20 years now, but recalling the time on the road to Xinjiang, it made me unforgettable. It was a morning in early March. As a neighbors who did not disturb the lives of ancestors, in the dimness of night, our whole family carried away their luggage and left the small village that gave birth to us. At that time, there was only one person who gave us leave - my grandfather.